Monday, December 22, 2008

Fii in his Elements

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FLOATING LOAVESSometimes we love it so much when the sun lights up the evening skyThe amber, glairing across a cloudSometimes it is the chilled beerWith sparkling golden bubblesSometimes the disappointment tracking on feet for a very long distanceTo meet at the door, ‘close’ it is no humiliation at allThe perspiration with wet shirt sticking to your skinWe love it so much when the battle is hot because there is going to be a sweet victoryThe hustler so addicted to caffeine, can not live without coke, coffee or cigaretteIt is no rogue status but a passion The hustler loves to hear the sound of horns in his kind of musicHe always wakes up in hell, in his dreams heaven a realityThe door bell is ringing sufferer, welcome the stranger to become your angelBecause last night was spent on a lonely bedSometimes we love it when life’s bread is coated with honeyBut it is that cheap when you have money, it is so funny When we work hard to earn a living just to leave this world without a will

PROMISEAll the women I love are with other menI need to reconcile this on the other handIt feels like hell when this rings a bell in my mindI am being sort from behindBecause I laid my life on the lineI used to recall back at the hallWhere we discussed the future on top of it allEducation never taught us about thisSo where are we going to learn about thatAll it served was knowledge but haulage it never lightenedSo frightened I need to be spiritually enlightenedI bore horns when I was a kidBut I am now covered with a lidI have no body else to blameRather than to practice a new gameIt serves with no dividendBut I am bent on it to the endI put all my eggs in one basketAnd that kept me stooping over my own casket

DILEMAWe now measure the currency with the dollarBefore you get some you have to get job with a white collarForgetting we were bought in a barterAnd kept in a cellar with Jah as our pillarAm now being discriminated against because of my colorI wish to have a dinner with the king at his parlorBut I now gather the crump which is served by the pastorWho always say the end will come like raptureLike the Duke’s passion religion has become a fashionWhich has left followers in an illusion Wondering about an exodus tuition We need a relief from this obsessionBecause it is driven the world into a recessionContemplation never brought a resolve but condemnationWhat we need is to bring back the remembranceThat would serve as an entranceAnd take away the oblivionAnd usher us into eternal life

THE DILECTI call it the upsurge of civilizationA fountain of culturesI climax of all speech, doctrine and philosophiesThat of war and of peaceThat of the east and that of the westIn a world where the dictates of a super powerBecomes the norms of those sovereign of nation and the clot of nation decisionsIn the mist is the word of salvationBoasted of across pulpitsThe claim which were never sent to court to decide on a verdictThe plot to kill Christ never explain to suit the traitorI wish to explain here that to be saved was once unheard of Until I worked towards the purge of my sins That has been suppressor of one selfLiberate them o super power rather insult the ignorance of the secularistsTelling them they are rather sinnersLeaving the purjurists as a mark of the world’s salinistsBefore all these has been doctrine Of others known to be subvertsWho taught even those who became the leaders of the super powersAnd the world’s clot of nation deciders the way forwardsIt has been taken and sent into wrapsAnd thus, blind folded leaders leading the world to the tip of a cliff

TRAVEL BY SOUNDDial up the number before you file up this summerThis liberty was won by the sweat and bloodOf once free men Who stood in front of the barrel after being threatened to pull the triggerIt cost a penny but count now how many Through the dark cold nightsWith no sleeves nor shoes to cover their heelsWrote about the destiny on his heartWhich we now serve with a batIt is no shame if you do not have moneyAnd never share blame because life is sweeter than honeyI remember sitting under an oak tree and weaving a basket thereI fell into a trance and you were carried awayThere your dreams stayed with meBut their behavior has been with youI woke up from my long sleep And never saw you againMy dreams has become a reality

I was tarred at the bar and has since been a star by fari am held up in high places like a diamond jari have to be marginalized before they could be at parbut bloodshed and vengeance got me marredthey said i lacked the fortitude because am blacki was carried beyond the ozone by Jahby the powers of the most high in an houri became spiritually informed to worship him by normthere i found my way homegreeted by surprise i replied never to stop the fightuntil the sun shall riselove smile at me like a baby i used to cradlebut it melted away so quickly like a candlelike a steering wheel i needed to handlebut i was mislead and took it for a mantlei was given the parcel in a bundlebut i refused it because i was humble

i began to breed and reproduced to speedthe kind who did need to pleadbecause they bleed from their heart the pulse of steelbent on the struggle indeed after all we need repayment and justice for real live the life with beliefand speak out your mind to your reliefwe went through that on a streak bent on sleeping in the streetallow us night to be freeelse we are going to sting the queen like a bee break barriers mighty warriorand debunk the notion that you are inferior all left for us is to be heavy load carriersit took our blood to travel from the interiorat last we suffered enough to be the superior

stand and fight for your right those who think they are deprivedcatch the flight to the promise landand let Christ hold you by the handforget about the bad dream last nightand rise to meet the rising sunshinelike Joseph in Portifer's housefind solace and filter out cry aloud and move aboutsoon zion would be out of boundswith a shout roar and remove the cloudsdo not be proud like a spouse but rather exit through the southwalk vertically and ascend to your heavenisnt it mystical the idea about seventhat the tribes of Judah make a dozen strike and take away the scrolls from the heathenwhat they deserve must be givenand leave the rough edges for them to smoothen

I SAY WHAT I MEANI am oppressed and make me want to scream JahI have started a journey but the road is too farAll I need to do is to stand up and be a starI wanted to cut cornersSo I stood by the road and rode in a carI wish I was always high so I lost my chart in a barDo not bother brethren I never lost my sense I tried to buy the game with one penceWhich cost a thousand pounds to buy a seatThe principle has always been my defenseSo I am on guard when ever I get into their territoryWhich made the fight so intense We sometimes forget we were moulded out of clayand try to build life in a daysome seeds might fall by the wayand they are not served in a traydo not be carried away but try to live by whatever you sayeven Christ who came to save the world was slayed

I promise in vainMy night has fallen so fast makes me wonder when shall a fresh dawn beginMy friends are now children, who are learning to talkI bath them and wipe their stoles when they defecateI have no form of entertainmentWhen my heart beat, it sends memories of life spent, some foretold but nothing to relate to The futureI am drowning in my dreamsI am haunted by the knowledge of this worldIt has been too long waiting in this duldrums afflicted by illusion of men being by spiritsA wishful thinking that man never realizedThe ingenuity of of man has been taken over by technology and money Learning all sorts of theories and hypothesis in schools just to make a livingMuch to earn but nothing to write home about I plead my cause this has been a perverse generation making the righteous feel relegated with no form of livlihood Heroes have become musicians singing songs to entice the led of their hidden strengthThe courts now belong to thieves and murderersAllow this time the resucitation of morality to heal the world and bring back life and hope to the jungleBecause the rule of flaws perpetuated by sinister has ruined the aspiration of the autonomousWith such a gravity , as to inhibit the freedom and love we share

GHANAJamaica rock Ghana standThe water that healsThe revolution that resurrect The souls of the weak and departedThe regency that corruptDemocracy that rebuildAn anthem of slogans Like a speech to the ledEvergreen with the non-align and a lake of a world s reckonBoast of it we dope with the starsWe have it all from athletics to politicsFive star and still countingUnderdeveloped and still developingMarginalized but still shinningRot on our streets Is a day s gameScavenge Zoomlion it is property We call it local folks with sunshine and rainHarvest in December is ripeCool off in June with the rainsElse it is fufu we pound and kokrokoo we rise.

PRESENCEPresence of JAH AlmightyThe sun stars moon and earthPresence of the sun, light energy strength and powerPresence of water, lifePresence of bread, shelter and clothes, sustenancePresence of Justice a ceiling a yard stick, rule and measurePresence of good news, guidance, a solace and instructionPresence of spells to remove all incoherenciesPresence of luck for believersPresence of love to care and sharePresence of seed for off springPresence of science to rejuvinate Presence of art to decoratePresence of skill for maneuversPresence of war for destructionPresence of peace to rebuildPresence of money for quality and bargainPresence of school, to educatePresence of jail to punishPresence of equity for equillibriumPresence of news for informationPresence of business for workPresence of season for changePresence of sin for salvationPresence of death for judgement

DAIMLERShould Isaac Newton say a body continues in its presence state of rest unless acted upon by an external forceThe luxury this machine brings depleat the theory of its potencyDieshle, kompressor the circumstances surrounding this inventionMade the maximum anticipation of speed travel,Curve negotiationAnd an instant metallic breaking system which is unparrelled We breath a soul into this arts with the care it bringsA dependable mate in lifeMake me think I could speak to her and turn on her engineAn analogue power transmissionDigital dashboard, a benchmark for qualityFrom sports to haulageBoth with matching suspension and airbags for assurance and safety in times of collisionThe defeated strategy of competitors has allowed for the merger of assetsBut when we talk automobile we say Meercedes

Daimler, a prize for our holocaust memories brought by SchindlerHas made the comfort in automobile much simplerAn accurate design of a machine with comfort in mind,An engine built with minimum intake of fuelTurn on the pistons to produce a sufficient energy for combustionA neutral equillibrium with an equal share of balanceOn four wheels it compells gravity to dessipate but in controlThe ballast system allows for manoeuvers around curves without somersaultingAn interior decor with leather seating Electric window And a central locking systemA celebrity without one is like a soldier without a gunThe little pressure exerted on the pedals assures a maximum propulsion when the transmitter is shiftedNeon lights to give a clear view at night Are we turning into naucturnals?By this it is the Daimler